Untouched
My heart aches as I touch you-
– knowing that sparks flow through the veins in my arms, send shivers from my small hands, spiraling around my fingerprints til it lands on the tips of my fingers, but never reaching you.
My heart aches as I touch you-
– knowing that sparks flow through the veins in my arms, send shivers from my small hands, spiraling around my fingerprints til it lands on the tips of my fingers, but never reaching you.
They say smiling brings out the good in life, but faking smiles is utterly difficult.
‘Almost’ is such an annoyingly painful concept. Like hanging on to that borderline? It’s like you’re going nowhere.